"Senior Brother found many large turnips at Luoyu Mountain in Chang State... Look, these are the ones. He wants to know what these things are?"
Fuji raised her phone, showing Qin Lang the photos Zhang Ze stealthily took.
Upon seeing the large turnip, Qin Lang slightly furrowed his brows.
"What's wrong, Master?" Xiaoxue shrank her neck back, appearing sowhat afraid.
She hadn't seen her master this serious in a long ti.
Qin Lang pondered for a mont and then spoke.
"Xiaoxue, accompany to Chang State, Fuji, you go to the Beast Taming Sect and inform Li Wenzhou (the old Sect Leader of the Beast Taming Sect) to et in Chang State with the old turtle Zhu Luo."
"Oh, is it that urgent? What on earth are those little things?" Xiaoxue rose from the mat, sowhat curious.
"That's Chang State's nightmare," Qin Lang said sternly.
...
Chang State, Luoyu Mountain.
Zhang Ze followed the large turnip through the faint green doorway, a sense of familiarity arose in his heart, as if he had experienced this feeling before.
Yet, before Zhang Ze could ponder it further, he saw what lay beyond the door and was stunned.
Because the style here was sowhat unusual.
Before him was not the mountain caves and rock holes seen all around the Four Continents, but a peculiar secret space.
The space's top was covered by a light mbrane that emitted a constant glow, rippling like the sea.
Gray-white cylindrical tal buildings stood scattered throughout this unknown space, twenty towers forming a cluster resembling a neighborhood.
In the center of every three neighborhoods, there was a trapezoidal pyramid with a drop-shaped sculpture atop it; the sculpture, however, was damaged, seemingly long defunct.
In the southwest of the space, lush plants grew densely, covering all silver-gray buildings, obstructing a clear view of the specifics.
"Uh, this..."
Although Xiangxiang's current form as the Starship's engine had ntally prepared Zhang Ze to so extent.
But seeing the city before him, it couldn't be said to be completely unforeseen, only that he hadn't ntally prepared for it.
This place contrasted sharply with Chang State, inside-out.
It's akin to Rambo snapping his fingers to turn into Iron Man, a cellar beneath Grandma Li's apartnt hiding Wakanda, and stepping out to catch a cab to Drum Tower, only to see Pandora upon arrival.
Zhang Ze sneaked a glance at the Little Genius phone watch on his wrist, unsurprisingly finding no signal.
Before Zhang Ze could act further, the large turnip that had led him here emitted another series of bubbling sounds.
Zhang Ze jumped, thinking he had been discovered.
Monts later, more large turnips erged from the surrounding buildings, looking identical and indistinguishable.
Thankfully, they weren't wielding blades or axes, and without rumbling sounds, they didn't swarm to hack Zhang Ze into number seven cent.
Each held a small piece of black stone in their hands.
The large turnips held up the black stones, responding to their companions' voices, the bubbling sound gradually forming a single wave of sound.
"Friend, welco~. Together, soon, we can go ho~."
Go ho? Isn't this their ho?
Zhang Ze didn't understand, but the large turnips offered no explanation; after the brief welcoming ceremony, they swiftly dissipated, leaving only seven that didn't leave.
The number coincidentally matched Zhang Ze and those six sects' six kids being hypnotized by the black stone.
"Follow , I'll take you to rest. Once rested, it's ti to fulfill your civic duties."
Delicate tiny translucent green hands extended from beneath the petal skirt, gently tugging Zhang Ze's hand, signaling him to follow.
Zhang Ze thought for a mont and didn't resist, stepping forward to follow.
Walking straight along the street, after entering the city, Zhang Ze felt the eeriness more clearly here.
This was a city long devoid of vitality, yet it wasn't desolate; Zhang Ze occasionally saw shadows appearing among the communities, most dressed like East Continent's Human Race and Demon Race.
Most were from Chang State, but occasionally there were outsiders visible, even including a few wise Spirit Beasts.
No one's physical freedom was restricted, but neither was there resistance or escape.
Everyone was engaged in their work, using the most primitive thods to transport and push damaged equipnt by manpower, disassembling these perpetually inoperable devices to place them in correct or incorrect positions.
"Rest first, no rush, it'll be quick~" The large turnip's voice was intermittent, unclear if addressing Zhang Ze or self-talking.
Leading Zhang Ze to a residential entrance, the large turnip pointed at the already broken door and said, "Here, rest, I'll see you tomorrow~ friend~"
Zhang Ze watched the large turnip's departing figure, then glanced at the scratched-up door behind him, eventually deciding to enter.
The building was three-storied, with the interior space as seen from outside; the connection between the floors was quite odd, with a vertical tallic pole full of small protrusions at the center of the hall, linking up and down, seemingly for climbing upstairs, while the slide in the corner served for going downstairs.
However, regardless of the pole or slide, the path to the second floor was blocked.
Zhang Ze didn't imdiately go investigate the second floor, but first went to his first-floor room; the room lacked extra furniture, with scratched-up walls and what might have been the bed now holding a giant bird's nest.
The nest was padded with plantain leaves picked from outside.
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